Bible arm on social [bad word] 
Spins its downward spiral

With each year of unprogression

fine of failure is added

Closer than ever to the edge

feat in resident martyrs

Strong objects track my body, 

My body down

Eyes, disappearing rebirth of light...

Between a labrynth of errors

And the key to the suicide era

Digging through the graves of giants

Words fly to me

lonely road, like a promise

Failing miserably [bad word] through like an alphabet of hate

To shake the entire organism closer than ever,

Ever to the edge

Eyes, disappearing rebirth of light...

Between a labrynth of errors

And the key to the suicide era

I kill for the code to disarm this mess

Of psychotic chaos that once I mixed up myself